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Karmelo C. SANDAL

A Karmelo C. Iribarren


PHOTO

in that picture it appears that two giants

pull his cheeks to get a smile
-without success, as always,




resists with a grin that hints

in the furrows of his forehead, his inner restlessness
tell

poet

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IRIBARREN Seisdedos

Sandalio poem Seisdedos (Valladolid, 1952-1997), poet, and mime shoeshine ignored by critics and died in poverty


WALKING THROUGH THE MIND OF MY FRIEND A. NORMAL

A poem should be easy as the middle class vacation
Juan Carlos Mestre

where are you?
hear your voice but not see you


SMOKE SMOKE smoke meantime

************************************************* **** damn poet
* closed * writing a poem just
, * between the smoke * every summer
* imprisoned by the walls of a wall *
; * Wall lethal pitch landlocked * ; ;
******************* ****************

you are around ;
know you by intuition, but the smoke ... this I cursed
smoke away from your mouth constrictor SMOKE
the smoke sandwich ; ; Sorry
have shredded the value I do not know
back together again to form diamond lust announcing

downwind of your verb indolent and with it, the cavalry
tititititirititi, tititititiriti
to the rescue of your new swim

the smoke suffocated under a tabard dirty
; frayed
by the lies of your bra clasp
impossible to secure my death I leave as an epitaph
lost touch on your tits
sizzling as Pop Rocks and verses
filthy with scab behind the ears

the smoke I can get me to myself again

but be reversible sentence me to be empty always

empty or filled with smoke

wear makeup when he heard the first bullets whistle You run away
Under forgotten his wallet and keys
I ran aground in the smoke-filled street people look at me with empty eyes

; empty or filled with smoke

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EVA Latin class in America, JOAN PAYER

the bad ones, we say that poetry awards are rigged, because we know we will never win one, but the poetry book "American Eve," the Spaniard Joan Paye, awarded the prize for poetry José Luis Hidalgo 2010 and edited by Qualea editorial, is surely an exception.
thought my poetry had more in common with the poetry of Paye, but I was wrong, mainly separates us a little thing of no importance: it is good.

beautiful book that invites you to upload Payeras a chevrolet and wander through dirt roads and motels with sheets which scratch. very good, with the only downside, to name one, the short poems, some otherwise normal in poetry awards.
left a poem without the author's permission, which outlines perfectly the soul of the book

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arranged finishes in the bathroom of the motel.

Adam looks on in silence bags,
then parked car, the lonely road

and
sand color that extends to the horizon.

The
raw paradise awaits.


Blog HERE Joan Paye

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benedetti by luis ramiro Mordzinski

see a picture made by Daniel Mordzinski
where benedetti
sits behind

a kid sitting on a ball faced
life passing in front of goal
in a schoolyard


in the wall is a painted
where
or encourage someone tells:


petas smoking makes you forget


leaving the bitumen height
Uruguayan immortal verse
which reads (in no god receiver):
" forgotten memory is full "

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coffee and the waitress STRANGE MOMENTS

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Spain, Pepe Perez

Greenland presents

The new book of fiction:

Moments Strangers "

De Pepe Foreword by M. Sloth
J Romero Adriana
Epilogue Bañares
Art

Oscar Cardenas "The essence of the 50 stories collected in" strange time "to capture the story lies not visible to the naked eye, anecdote to highlight highlighted above all else and to highlight the uniqueness of a situation or of its protagonists, located away from these common place where heroes and anti-heroes in the literary deal. Although in some accounts is a supernatural element, magical, or strange what makes them extraordinary, everything seems to have no explanation tells us, be real and true "
(the prologue of M. J Romero)


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Thursday reading assessment according awi

on Thursday 5 May, the inauguration of the reading room in the Eclipse bar. I leave the link of chronic Awixumayita eyes. better than her I'm not going to count, so if you want to know what happened, go HERE

I leave you with a poem I read on Thursday



NOT TALK JUST


obsessed He says he should talk
The leading pediatricians
A speech therapists
not speak hardly anything
Gugu tata and little else

should start talking
is very worried

I'm happy so

a common mistake is the rush to
Encourage girls to talk
And start so early to fill defects

Like, for example, speak.

It will be so beautiful!

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not you want some

is that my nine
;

sometimes appear four

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HELLO, MOM

Hi Mom, how are you all?, "Dad, as always
locked in his paintings? Give it a kiss. You
, tired, always worried about everyone, not
rest. At the end I did not keep get a maid.
Soccer was not my thing. With the mud you had to clean
all.
Me? pulling. Yes, as all but
see me so thin. I am not the child of Biafra
you took half a lifetime throwing up
orange juice.
work well, swallowing shit,
from catching cold and weight. If you did not.
be studied. I keep a beard, yes, I know I'm more handsome
shave, but that does not highlight
both my eyebrows that look like two cats lying down.
The house, well, if you know but arranged
clean and decent. No ironing board, do not mind going
wrinkled. How are you going to wear clothes?
me and make do.
She kisses my sisters, one of my nephews.
And Grandma. Me and goes, I'm so off.
But tell me, I'm still your child, right?
remember every day how you spent hours scratching
scar. You see, with everything you've done for me
and that's what I agree.
Nothing, Mom. Just today I needed
. One of these days I spend. I swear
kisses dad, to see if it comes out of the boxes.

this poem belongs to the cult book "Verses in the desert"
Zephyr my colleague has devised a version of it for the first Sunday of May.
and I promise to be grateful

Hi Mom, how are you all?, "Dad, as always
buried in garlic, right? Give it a kiss. You
, tired, always worried all, not
rest. At the end I did not keep get a maid.
Soccer was not my thing. And the ping pong is not lived.
With the mud you had to clean at all
porculo and I gave the balls.
Me? pulling. Yes, as all but
see me so thin. I'm not the boy who took away half my life
acting up since I woke up not wanting
mouthful of anything.
work well, swallowing shit, at least not step
lame cold or weight. If you did not. Haber
studied a competition. I keep a beard, yes, I know
I'm more handsome shaving, but you know
never endured the smoothness of the shave.
The house, well, clean but do not know if arranged
and decent. No ironing board, but I manage
to not go very wrinkled. How are you going to wear clothes? Already
I managed.
She kisses my brothers, another grandmother. I already
worth, I'm so off.
But tell me, I'm still your child, right?
remember the day you left
seeing mourn over the wall recess, all morning.
You see, with everything you have done for me
and that's what I agree.
Nothing, Mom. Just today I needed
. One of these days I spend. I swear.
She kisses Dad to see if he emerges from his garlic.

thanks, made me very excited.
Zephyr blog HERE

And Antoine Lamarck, from his blog "A PLACE FROM LOST" adds this game with a version where the emotion and feeling are very latent

Hi Mom, how are you all?, here
dad is learning to use the Internet, do not worry you get your kisses,
Tu always concerned about everyone,
now resting. Do not have time to get a maid.
Soccer was not my thing. The patch in the tracksuit
you had to sew at all.
Me? pulling. If, as all but
see me so thin. I'm still like that little boy who always repeated

if there lentil dish.
work well, swallowing shit, but only
work. You always you said
Not everyone is going to be lawyers.
Now I have a beard, yes, I know I'm more handsome
shaved, but you know me, I'm pretty left
.
The house, well, not me who
cleaner but neat and decent. No ironing board, rather than
shirts, I can not take them wrinkled. Who
I am going to take my clothes?
me and make do. Kisses
of my sisters, grandparents and you
husband. To me and I better, since you're not,
I've become so detached.
But tell me, I'm still your child right?
I remember many nights when I put "bad" and you
always by my side, so much what
have done for me, I can not forget. Just
mom. Just today I needed yesterday
I pass by the cemetery to bring flowers
center, like every year.
not worry, I'm giving him the kiss
father of your hand, now that we have become
surfer.

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the improved version men in the plural (The Fanzine 7 #)

my contribution to the n º 7 # of the fanzine dedicated to power.
can see the link

http://lafanzine.blogspot.com/2011/05/los-hombres-del-plural-jorge-m-molinero.html

Concellon CHEMA picture
flickr HERE